When the sun splits
The world will turn into a vortex of black
Where nothing lives
And nothing dies
None remain
All is gone
Into the vortex of black
When the sun splits at the end of the world
As the moss grows
The sky falls
The world ends
And the sun bends and greaves
For a thousand days
As the human race is gone
Forever and never to return
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
profound.............thanks for sharing